You're walking home from a long day at work. Unfortunately, they don't pay you enough to live in a safe neighborhood. So, you're skirting through the sketchy streets near midnight. The full moon was the only light. You have to take the fire escape to get to your apartment. You're pulling down the ladder when you feel strong arms wrapping around you tightly. His voice was deep and slightly British.

The man: "Hey there, pretty lady. My name's Victor Maelstrom and I'm here to kill you."